Merrion nodded. He had brushed up on the theory earlier before coming down to meet Gale, the book having still been lodged in his room when he thought that he might continue his white magic learning. But theory never got him anywhere alone, and he needed help.
"Cleansing, then, and not healing," he repeated, closing his eyes to focus. "Cleansing, not healing." He waved his staff when he felt something that felt like Cure, but different, though once the power dissipated he felt... nothing. He tried one more time but received the same results. The spell just seemed to disappear into thin air. "I'm not doing something right."